Friday, June 24, 2011

Falling for You



By Joseph Hesch

Sometimes, after I've
bled out a poem, 
I feel like
an autumn leaf,
dried, used up, but
captured in mid-fall
by an Impressionist
with a brush-full
of burnt sienna.
A fuzzily focused product
of squint-eyed genius,
forever falling,
but in eternal stasis
on your page.

Once again, my friend Brian Miller has sent out a prompt to inspire his colleagues to some new poetic creation.  This week, he asks us to write a poem (or two) inspired by and artist who was featured just this week in a One Stop Poetry Spotlight interview, Alison Jardine.  She's become a devotee of the iPad, just as I have.  So much so, that she is using her little tablet to produce a new drawing every day for a year.  I visited her galleries at AlisonJardine.com, and selected a piece that speaks to my seasonal, tree-based, self-revelatory oeuvre. My thanks to Alison, Brian and all my colleagues who participated in this fun exercise!
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11 comments:

  1. Brian MillerJune 24, 2011 at 2:00 PM

    A fuzzily focused product
    of squint-eyed genius,

    love those lines...this is a great piece and when you leave it on the page, it can feel just like that...

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  2. AnonymousJune 24, 2011 at 2:06 PM

    Feels warm and tender, and for me to say that (I don't feel warm and fuzzy that often lol) then it must be one of those damn brilliant works!

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  3. UnknownJune 24, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    "captured in mid-fall
    by an Impressionist
    with a brush-full
    of burnt sienna."

    Favorite part. Dig the chained metaphor of a falling poem/paint/leaves/love all connected together. Excellent! :D

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  4. ayalaJune 24, 2011 at 4:55 PM

    Sometimes it does feel like we bleed out our poems from our life...love these lines.

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  5. ClaudiaJune 24, 2011 at 5:31 PM

    a lot to like...bled out a poem...that so captures it joe...and also love the fuzzily focused product..wonderful write

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  6. hedgewitchJune 24, 2011 at 10:15 PM

    Quite a good summing up of that feeling, that something you grew has used you and fallen off, but in an oddly nourishing way. Clean and clear work, bright as the image.

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  7. markJune 24, 2011 at 10:15 PM

    I bleed out when making poems, usually from smacking my thumb with a hammer...

    This is such a wonderful poem, and I can totally relate.

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  8. Jenne' R. Andrews June 25, 2011 at 2:17 AM

    lovely poem, Joe-- thanks for friending on FB-- pay me a visit! xxxj

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  9. Fresh GardenJune 25, 2011 at 3:24 AM

    Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Falling for you....
    Always remember:
    All of us are always here to support you.

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  10. Mike PatrickJune 25, 2011 at 10:42 AM

    “Bled out a poem.” What a perfect poetic description. This one is a keeper.

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  11. VictoriaJune 26, 2011 at 6:10 PM

    This is just wonderful. Alison's work brought out so much in yours. I love that line, too, about bleeding out a poem. And I enjoy the artistic elements.

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